suitcase skeletons

Its funny how I keep myself composed right until its that time of the month where my hormones run amok through my system leaving me emotially weakened in its wake. As if feeling bloated and puffed up wasnt enough, I feel incredibly low and pathetic. I can almost count the amount of words that pass my mouth in those days. I hardly say anything, and do anything except stare aimlessly at the ceiling and cry for no apparent reason. I hate admitting that I'm lonely because its not like loneliness is at fault for finding me and deciding to be part of my shadow, rather I looked for it, and opted to be acquanted with it. It's probably going get worse because loneliness is like a weird drug. There's a high from knowing you're fine being solitary until there comes a point where you know nothing but.